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The Back Room

The genetech revolution changed the way the world works. Go back a generation or two and you'd find people dying of botched implants, some of which needed to be extracted from other people! Nowadays, it's just a part of life, like the invention of the written word. My father would have flipped his lid if he was still around today; kids with synthetic fiber-optic hair trying to act like it was no big deal, cheap splicing shops now completely detached from the medical industry. Heck, the big rage currently is synthetic glands that could lend you a personal scent, or taste . . .

But people have to pay for these things, and the demand for cosmetic splicing is at all all time high. When your company owns half of the modern genetics patents, you want to make sure that no one tries to muscle in on your turf. That's why the big guys in corporate need a guy like me, someone at the street level, seeing what people are up to, and where they find their non-licensed products. A lot of our profits stem from the fact that we own all of the alternatives, so when an illegal splice shop opens that can give people the mods they want for half the price, well, there's always a telltale boom.

Those are the kinds of things I track down, and once I find them, let's just say they don't last long. The company takes care of that part, so at least my hands are kept relatively clean. Whenever there is a sudden surge in tech popularity in low income area, nine out of ten times I can find out who's behind it, and that's what's keeps me in tight with the company.

This is a strange case though, multiple occurrences of the same cosmetic package in a small down and out part of town. I hate the smell of these places, rust from the old fire escapes, crumbling bricks from before everything was made from J. Polymer. But this is definitely the place to find what I'm looking for, a busy club set up in an old warehouse, with real electric lights and booming music, none of the modern wired audio that you can turn down individually. I feel a little over-dressed, but I have a knack for fitting in to places like this.

The clientele pour in and out though the front door. There's only one bouncer, but it looks like he's not going to refuse anyone. A place like this needs all the money it can get. Two of the spliced subjects I'm looking for catch my eyes, they stand out like a sore thumb amongst the press of a mostly un-modded audience, with a hint of some old fashioned chrome work here and there.

But these girls, they really have taken the whole modification fetish a whole new level, they look like they ordered every Theria-X mod available, but it was amazing how well it worked together. This suggests a custom job, and even unlicensed, must have cost a pretty penny. Their bare feet padded along, wide dog-like paws bent forward like an animal's. A coat of thick brushy fur covered their bodies, in different symetrical patterns of brown black and auburn that spiraled up their exposed lower backs to the tight shirts that covered their rather small breasts.

Most people who went though this much work to make themselves appealing usually bumped up their bust sizes too, but then again, most people wouldn't want to give themselves a long muzzle, thick padded paws for hands, or a twitching bushy tail either. Their ears perked up and twitched around as they moved into the club, hips rocking under tight capris with a strangely graceful gait for such strange legs.

Slipping into the club is easy, a nod to bouncer, and then I'm immersed in the dim neon lit atmosphere. There's a bonafide disk jockey on the dais by the dance floor, looks like he's actually switching between singles on real CDs. Some people still swear that you just got a better sound with actual disks, but I've never been able to tell the difference.

One of the dog looking girls is up by the bar, tossing her head cheerfully as she chats with the bartender, while he keeps busily pouring drinks with an outdated chromed up arm. Now's my chance . . .

"Excuse me miss," I say to her, leaning my arm against the bar real casual like.

"Oh. Hello there," she turns to me, amber eyes disconcertingly vivid as they meet mine. Her voice is a husky drawl that's surprisingly easy to understand. I order a Tom Collins from the barkeep before he moves down the row.

"That's some pretty fancy stuff you've got there." She sits as she appraises me, tail batting an irritable tattoo against the side of the bar-stool. "You're basically a living work of art."

She crosses her arms as her wet black nose huffs a few times, "I'm a fan," her ears flick to and fro. "What brings a guy like to to a dropped joint like this?"

"Besides the beautiful ladies?" the edges of her black canine lips curl up in a smile. "I'm a fan of this kind of thing too, and I'm looking for where I might get hooked up . . ."

It's hard to tell if her reaction is a predatory grin or she's just baring her sizable fangs, either way she reaches up and rests a paw padded hand on my shoulder: "I could introduce you to it the same way I was," she slides off of the stool pressing up close to me. Her fur is dense and soft; whoever ripped this set was pretty damn good.

"I think I'd like that," I grin as I follow her eyes, she was looking at the other altered girl she'd come in with who gave her a knowing wink.

"Well then, follow me Mr. Adventure," she drags me from the bar to the back of the dance floor. It seems too easy as she opens to old door with peeling black paint. I don't think it could be a set up though, so I follow her down the dimly lit hall into a small back room with an old dingy bed in the corner. The dark drywall bulges out in a few places, this building must be ancient.

She sits down with a dusty whumph and pats the bed next to her. I pause, "Look, I think you might have the wrong idea, I just want to know how you came to be like you are . . ."

"That's exactly what I'm going to show you," she leans in, black nose so close that her whiskers tickle my skin. A velvet soft tongue slides across my cheek before slipping through my lips and soon I find myself embracing her as I explore her strange mouth with my own. I didn't want to do this on the job, but suddenly it doesn't seem like such a bad idea as my hands comb though the soft fur on her back. Her taste leaves a faint hot tingling in my mouth, like nothing I've ever known, and I don't know why, but I need more.

"Ohhhh, you're a naughty boy," she teases, pulling up at her green tube top. "But we'll fix that, won't we Hmmmmmm. . ." she rumbles as she wriggles out of the top, and presses the soft mounds of her breasts against me, I can feel her pink nipples though my thin shirt. I'm panting, barely listening to her words as she yanks off my tie and begins to unbutton my oxford shirt.

There's a musty smell in the air that I can't quite remember. It's something so raw and animal that I bury my head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling more of that growing animal scent. She slides around behind me, letting her paws dangle off the bed to either side as she tugs off my shirt and lets her suede smooth paws rub down my chest, past my stomach in slow arcs before she unbuttons my slacks, clawed fingers teasing the elastic of my drawers.

"Heh, what do we have here?" her voice whispers in my ear with a sultry proximity. She pulls herself in tight so that I can feel her soft fur and pert breasts press against my bare back. Her blunt claws slide against my body, stretching out my boxers as she grabs my loose member, rubbing against it tortuously. "Oh, let's fix this," she squeezes my shaft and balls together in her hand while her other rubs soft circles over my abdomen.

My crotch throbs in a new way, I feel the blood rushing to it as she squeezes harder. I can't help but groan at the rough pressure, but it feels so good as I lean back against her soft furry body. Her sharp teeth nibble at my ear as she kneads harder, and I begin to rock my hips, the sensation overwhelming me as her hand seems to become slick and hot. My balls writhe as the paw clamps rhythmically around them, pushing in at the taut flesh as it pulls tighter.

"Getting hotter, slicker, just right," she purrs as her tongue runs over my other ear. I can feel her hand loom somehow larger as it pushes against me and my flesh pulls tight in a way I'd never imagined as I lean back and suck in air through my teeth. My ears feel strange against her affectionate gnawing, somehow seeming to pull and twist of their own accord.

"For something better, tighter . . ." her paw grasps with a gut wrenching squeeze as I feel a smooth blunt claw run over a strip of flesh I did not know I had. My tongue lolls out the side of my mouth as I pant, and her digit presses in harder, somehow making my flesh writhe around it as tender new muscles tense and contract. Her breasts mash against my back as her tail slaps contentedly against the musty old bed, but the smell of the old room was dwarfed by the intensifying smell that I now recognized. It was her. Not like a scent like we associate with people, like cologne or perfume, but smelling this scent was like seeing her with every detail revealed.

That spicy blend of canine heat makes my mouth water as she laps at the nape of my neck. I can feel the sensations of the tongue change as if it were coming though my hair but I hardly notice as suddenly, with a slick lunge her finger sinks impossibly deep into me. Squirming, I twist about, toes clenching as my feet kick off my shoes and I yelp in unforeseen delight. I can feel every twitch of the finger as it writhes deeper, and I can't comprehend how it's happening, but I'm sure I don't want it to stop.

Her other hand comes down and massages the new slick flesh of my crotch,two fingers spreading me wider as she slides another pawed digit impossibly inside of me under my boxers, moist with lust. My hands clench against the sheets, white knuckled as my body tenses and strains. One finger seems to stroke the entirety of my cock in small tense circles as the rest of my body jerks at the writhing fingers, clenching around them.

Falling back, she pulls me flat onto my back as she slides out from under me. The dusty old sheets feel wrong against the skin of my back, surprisingly soft and pleasant: plush. My head is spinning as she yanks my pants all the way off and grins. My hand creeps apprehensively down to my boxers, and I can feel my ears somehow twitch in anticipation as I peel back the lust sodden garment.

A soft pink cleft of flesh is there, nestled in a silky mess of dun and brown fur. My breathing speeds up as I realize that something is happening, but I just take in more of the hot spice of female canine that makes it difficult to think of anything other than the wet burning need I feel between my legs. My hand rubs against the slick lips of my labia and sends shivers through my spine as it nervously brushes over the remnants of my old member, the nub of my new pulsing clit.

"What . . . What's happening?" I manage to stammer as she stand up and slips out of her khaki capris.

"Mmmnnnn, you're getting your fix." I stare at her crotch. It looks different than mine, wet puffy lips swollen into a tight canine spade. "But we're not done yet."

I don't have time to protest as she embraces me, pulling my head into another kiss, cold black nose pushed against me as I taste again that warm lusty sensation and my sinuses begin to feel strange. Her breasts are pushed against my chest, and I can feel her thick taut nipples press against my own as she pulls in tighter. I can't help it as I lap into her mouth, every smooth lick seeming to press further as my jaw begins to creak.

I put a hand up to my cheek and feel my muscles tensing under a thin layer of fur, and I brush past the velveteen coat on my twitching ears that feel more like a dog's than a human's. My eyes screw shut as my face pushes out and my teeth lengthen into sharp canines; it's not painful, but it's so intense, strange and new. My chest feels funny as my nipples begin to swell, areolas widening as they stiffen and light fur blossoms around them, rubbing tantalizingly as we grind together. Soon the soft silky coat spreads up from between my burning legs to meet the softness cascading down my body as she slowly pulls back and we pause, panting.

I can see my nose between my eyes as it creaks out into my vision, cold, black and huffing as I take in more of that burning scent. Somewhere in the back of my head my idle consciousness thinks; nanites? Retrovirus? Nothing makes sense, but It's happening, and I can't want to stop it. I look down at my feet, surprised to see brown claws poking though the cotton fabric of my socks. Clawing them off, I watch my legs twist into supple animal limbs and I can feel my feet bulge and start to shift into broad paws.

"Now you can feel it. Smell it. You're so close," she growls in a husky voice as she lays me back against the bed, taking time to squeeze my finishing paw feet as she eagerly climbs on top of me. Plump ass resting just below my sensitive new breasts, her tail bats against my face and my moist nose pushes forward of its own accord. I can't help it, pressing against her sodden snatch and huffing in great lungfuls of scent that ignites my senses in a kaleidoscope of passion.

Her firm pawed hands grasp either side of my rump and pull, I can feel my anus stretch as a smooth finger begins to rub just below it. My body arches, ass stretching as something cracks out from my backside, I can feel her tongue lick past tender new skin before a warm rush of fur covers my new appendage. Developing muscles tense and relax, and I can feel my new tail begin to wag as I pant happily, body shaking with every wrench as it stretches out to it's full length, brushing against her huffing nose.

"Now, repeat after me," she croons as she leans forward, lifting her ass so that it hangs just above my new muzzle.

"Wha?" I mumble out hazily before a wet hot mind-searing lap strokes past the sensitive lips of my pussy. As the tongue scrapes over my clit and brushes past the slick sides of my labia my head jerks up in shocked delight, burying my nose in her swollen canine folds. My tongue laps out to clean my nose instinctively as she sinks into me and wriggles her tongue with panting laughter. The taste is amazing, a peppery blend of heat and musk a that makes me lick out again and again against her swollen cunt as she moans.

"Ahhh, yes. Deeper," her bushy tail swings wildly from side to side as I feel her fingers spreading me wider, tongue flickering past my clit to lather the inside of my feminine cleft with stretching taut laps. The feeling intensifies as I groan out, feeling my pussy walls swell, pushing into a swollen triangle of need just like her own. I nibbled at her clit, mind blazing with pleasure as my hands crack into canine hand-paws, fur racing up my arms as I spread her lips wider between my thumbs and lap in harder.

Her cold nose bumps my clit as she buries her tongue in my clenching hot netherlips, and I groan as I feel my insides contract around her needfully. I can feel my tail pat against her twitching ears as she scrapes out of my clenching pussy, making my back arc up under her.

"Good girl," she growls as she rubs a finger around the slick outside of my needy vagina, pressing in gently and twisting before pulling back. "Here's your treat."

My eyes widen as I feel the sickened finger press against my anus with firm rubbing circles that make my ears perk up as her tongue slides back into my slick hot femininity. I lap desperately with wild abandon at her swollen canine folds, sinking my tongue into her fiery clenching depths as her finger shoves, and presses against my ass, which resists for a second before slowly sliding around her finger and squeezing in muscular spasms of sensation.

Time seems to slow down as she twists her finger, and then reality crashes back as my entire body clenches and undulates; lightning bolts of electric pleasure racing through my senses as my pussy clamps down, heaving in jerking jolts of pleasure and leaking fiery female essence around her clever tongue. It's body wide and unceasing, and as she writhes inside of me, I ravenously lick inside of her until her own canine cunt began to jerk and pull wildly around my tongue, taste intensifying as we both wildly rock together in the throes of unbelievable mind shattering orgasm; riding on waves of crashing bliss for howling eternity before we both lay panting on the bed.

After a few minutes of huffing silence, she snuggles up to me as my mind returns from the blissful ether. "Gah," she pants, "You turned out beautiful. Usually we really have to convince new recruits to go through with all of this. You're the first to come looking for us."

My tongue hangs out as I try to think, feeling her pull her self close against my back as she closes her eyes and her breathing slows against the nape of my neck into the tranquil release of sleep.

What in god's name just happened. . . my mind races as I try to process how something like this could possibly come about. I'd probably get a raise for finding something like this, but . . . As I reach a hand up to feel the soft flesh of my pert breasts just to make sure they're real, I wonder; what will the company do to me when I tell them I have no clue how this happened . . .